A lovely post! As you know, we’re owned by one dog and two cats, all of whom came from shelters or the streets. There used to be a black cat in the mix, as well – a lovely creature, with the warmest, friendliest personality and the silkiest of furs. Sadly, he died of kidney failure a few years ago. Perro then took his place.

Oh, no, she’d already managed to ingest something that didn’t agree with her but she picked the dark-before-the-dawn to go out and find the perfect spot to deal with it. It lent more than enough atmosphere to your blog post. There was lots of rustling coming from the giant vine back there….

I’m alone at the moment, on the 6th floor of a building that gets extra noisy when it’s windy- as in you could shoot a horror movie here without using sound effects. Maybe that’s why the stories felt spookier:)

I don’t know why, but I’ve always found horror books and movies funny. (When I was seven, my sister and I gave ourselves away by laughing too hard while hiding behind the couch to watch The Exorcist after the babysitter had put us to bed. I think it was the projectile vomit scene that eventually gave us away.

My parents took me as a young ‘un to watch Godzilla. They were afraid it would freak me out, give me nightmares etc. Apparently, I spent the whole movie giggling like a schoolgirl every time the monster was on screen.